The round table

El Finito. 

Gurunsi Masks

very nice.

Birdie

Good morning.
Its cold out there,
porridge and coffee,
Icy cycling awaits.

The round Table.

A Table i found in the scraggly streets of Cable, been carving away at it.. next a chair. 

Drawlings.

I have started work as Charlotte Manns assistant two days a week, so have been practising my linear line and ink drawings. This is just a little clip from a drawing of my higgeldy piggeldy treehouse bedroom.

Charlottes website. 

Circular motives

I have been working on some things. Some murals and some carvings. Found wooden furniture rough-hewn and gouged, dug and grooved, the repetitive systematic cut.

I will show you soon. 

Canal Walks

Walking along the canal, crispy sunny days. 

Drawing, mark making, confirming reality. 

This is my bedroom.

or at least it could be.

Crab apple

Today i have been out collecting crab apples and wondering the grey streets of London. Winter is drawing in, out come the woolie socks and bottles of red wine to get us through this cable guttersnipe life.

The cat is pregnant again. 

This recipe is from the WI Book of Preserves...

1 kilo of apples
450g's caster sugar
juice of 1 lemon

simply was the crab apples and remove the leaves

cover in water and bring to the boil, simmer for about 30 minutes, untill soft, mash.

pour into a jelly strainer and leave overnight. (do not push the mash through, this will make the jelly cloudy)

The next day pour the liquid into a saucepan and mesure 450gm caster suger for 600ml of liquid.

heat gently then boil rapidly for about ten minutes

test for a set (crickley skin test on a cold saucer)

pour into hot jars and seal.

Wild Sage Offer

Ola Lovelies, 

My Mummas put a nice deal on her website,

if you make an order for over a tenner and its for the UK,

she'll give ya free delivery in the run up to Christmas! 

Get some beeeautifull natural and handmade goodies for your Grannie, Uncle, postman?!@ whoever your heart desires.....

https://www.wild-sage.co.uk/

I am Back.

Finally... Finaaaally! I have my scanner back, im online. 

I couldnt be happier... Watch the roller coaster...

 new works will be trickling out soon! 

Tan esperada Mexico co

a lo macho

clare grill

Shamsa - the flower of life.

Nepal

                                                         Some works, reflections.

Indian lines

 

Ideas and symbols in recollection, India.

Amrita Sher Gill

Serbian Fairytales

Some more sneak previous! 

Serbian Fairy TAles Facebook 

Page

India

Golden Fleeced Ram

The book is soon to be sent to the publishers! 

It is now the very last mad rush to get 

everything done! 

Our website is now up and running

go take a look...

Serbian Fairy Tales

Cherries

Coffee mornings with Enya Curl, my little red cherry!

List and List and Lists!



I am also really enjoying this man this morning..

Rikio Takashi

October

 

It is raining.

Wendell Berry

The Mad Farmer Revolution

The mad farmer, the thirsty one,
went dry. When he had time
he threw a visionary high
lonesome on the holy communion wine.
"It is an awesome event
when an earthen man has drunk
his fill of the blood of a god,"
people said, and got out of his way.
He plowed the churchyard, the
minister's wife, three graveyards
and a golf course. In a parking lot
he planted a forest of little pines.
He sanctified the groves,
dancing at night in the oak shades
with goddesses. He led
a field of corn to creep up
and tassel like an Indian tribe
on the courthouse lawn. Pumpkins
ran out to the ends of their vines
to follow him. Ripe plums
and peaches reached into his pockets.
Flowers sprang up in his tracks
everywhere he stepped. And then
his planter's eye fell on
that parson's fair fine lady
again. "O holy plowman," cried she,
"I am all grown up in weeds.
Pray, bring me back into good tilth."
He tilled her carefully
and laid her by, and she
did bring forth others of her kind,
and others, and some more.
They sowed and reaped till all
the countryside was filled
with farmers and their brides sowing
and reaping. When they died
they became two spirits of the woods.

On their graves were written
these words without sound:
"Here lies Saint Plowman.
Here lies Saint Fertile Ground." 

Wendell Berry

Running Away

Hans Hildenbrand

Tatra Mountains, Zakopane, Poland.

Stainslawow, Poland.

Yugoslavia.

Zell-Am-See, Salzburg Province, Austria.

Amazing Amazing Amazing!